Stepbrother Claims It All (Leo's Harem)

Chapter Six

Leo's POV

I had a lot on my mind, but my room was too small for me to pace around. So I lay down on the narrow mattress in my closet-room, staring up at the same ugly water stain that looked more like a noose every day.

The house had gone dead quiet after dinner, no plates clinking, no annoying laughter from the dining room. Just the low hum of the air conditioner and my own thoughts raging in my head.

My hand was still shaking from the memory of what I had done, the taste of her still on my tongue. I kept remembering her face, the way Avery’s eyes went wide when I shoved her down and stuffed her panties in her mouth.

I loved it. I loved how afraid she was, how completely weak she was, and my c**k twitched with every replay in my head.

I brought my fingertip to my nose once more, then inhaled slowly. Christ.

It was all real. It was not a dream or an imagination. I finger-fücked my stepsister.

My c**k strained even harder against my jeans as the memories hit harder.

The way her tight little cünt had clenched and gushed around my fingers, begging for it even as her brain said no. I wanted to revisit that moment again. I wanted to have her so helpless under me.

I turned to my side. The old bedsprings squeaked loudly. I dragged a hand down my face, my whole body hot, restless.

Every time the scene came back to me, I felt myself throb. My damn c**k twitching like it had a mind of its own.

“s**t,” I muttered to myself.

I should not be thinking of the noise she made around my fingers. I should not crave it, crave the hunger.

But I wanted it more than anything in life.

My stomach growled loud, enough that I looked down at it and scoffed. Hunger. Of course. I had not eaten anything yet since this morning. I sat up slowly and looked at the small, crooked clock on the shelf.

3:12 p.m.

And then, right at that moment, an idea formed in my mind. It was dangerous, and yet powerful.

If I pulled this off right, then I could have Avery underneath me anytime I wanted. I could have her on her knees, begging to please me, begging for my c**k.

I grabbed my phone from the blanket, opened up my chat app, and scrolled looking for Avery's number. Once I found it, I stared at it for a few seconds, my heart thumping louder with every passing second.

I should send a message. It was better this way. Test out my theory and see how far she would go.

I exhaled softly, then typed, “Come to my room now, and bring some food.”

I stared at the screen after pressing send. My heart thumped harder now. There was no going back now.

I set the phone down so as not to delete the damn message and just stared at the ceiling, imagining all the different scenarios that could play out, and every scene ended with her on her knees taking my c**k into her mouth.

I waited and waited, but Avery did not show up. My eyes glanced at the clock, and it had already been twenty minutes since I sent the message.

Grabbing my phone once more, I unlocked the screen and checked if she had seen the message.

She had. It showed read.

“s**t,” I let out, my fingers snaking around the phone tightly.

Was she ignoring me?

Was that it?

What if she really tells Gianna about what happened in the backyard, what if I lost the confidence I just got before starting my revenge plan.

I can't have that happening.

I pushed myself off the bed, rubbing my sweaty hands down my pants.

If she would not come to me, then I would go to her. Perhaps she had forgotten what happened, and it was time I reminded her.

My hand was already on the doorknob when the door pushed open slow.

I stepped backward, and Avery slipped inside, then shut the door behind her.

My eyes went over her frame. She held a small bag of chips in one hand, her body stiff.

“You’re late,” I said, returning to the bed. Then I sat down, watching her intently.

She threw the bag of chips, and it landed on the floor between us. “Regardless of whatever f*****g insanity happened outside,” she hissed, her voice trembling, “I am not your bìtch, Leo.”

I stayed seated, letting the silence stretch, letting her feel the weight of it. First of all, I asked for some food and she brought snacks?? To piss me off, clearly! “You shouldn’t make this harder, Avery.”

She crossed her arms over her chest. “We’re indoors now. You touch me and I’ll scream this whole fücking house down.”

I held her stare, and not once did I blink. “Do it,” I said.

Gianna would probably be in her room right now, and the rest... I'm sure they've gone out like they always do at this time of the day.

If she was going to threaten me, she should've at least thought of something else.

Eben if they were all in the house, the mansion is fücking big one. Nobody knows what's happening in everyone's room.

Avery opened her mouth wide. A soundless little ‘o’ of surprise. Then her jaw clamped shut. She could not.

I saw the fear flicker in her eyes, and a small part of me whispered stop. But the louder part, the darker part, pushed forward.

“That’s what I thought,” I chuckled, a slow smirk coming up on my face.

I rose from the bed. The floor creaked under my weight. I walked toward her slowly, and she shrunk backward, taking one step back at a time, until her shoulders hit the door with a thud. Her breath came fast and shallow.

I closed the final space between us, my body crowding hers. I reached around her, my arm brushing her side. I could smell her shampoo, could see the little goosebumps on her arms.

I reached past her head and turned the lock, and it clicked loud in the quiet.

She flinched at the sound.

Without warning, I grabbed the front of her tank top with both hands and ripped it straight down to the middle. The fabric tore easily, buttons popping off and bouncing across the floor, revealing her pink bra.

I hooked my fingers under her bra cup, and her frightful eyes widened even more. “Please, please stop. Please.”

“You should have acted this way instead of walking in here all pompous,” I tutted, my gaze amused, then yanked on the bra hard. Her tìts spilled out.

She raised her hands frantically and tried to cover herself up. I caught her wrists fast, slammed them against the door above her head, and held them there with one hand.

“Don’t fücking hide from me.”

She was breathing in sharp, shallow bursts. “Leo.”

“On your knees,” I ordered, letting go of her wrists.

She glared up at me, chest heaving fast, n*****s hard from the cold air. “Fück you,”

Fück. I was really not in the mood for this.

My hand flew up and I landed a stinging slap across her cheek. The sound cracked loud in the tiny room. Her head snapped to the side, a cry escaping her lips.

A bright red mark instantly bloomed on her skin, but I was not satisfied with that.

I slapped her hard again, backhanded this time, across her other cheek. Her body jerked forward, her eyes brimming with tears.

“You really shouldn’t piss me off, Avery,” I said, my voice gruff.

I unzipped my jeans slow. My c**k sprang out right in front of her face, already leaking at the tip. I wrapped my hand around the base and slapped the heavy length of it against her soft cheek.

And...

She fücking moaned. The b***h mōaned at the act.

“You're f*****g slūt,” I breathed, my voice thick with disgust and desire. “You get slapped and you moan for my cōck.” I fisted my hand in her hair, tilting her head back. “Why? Do you want my c**k?”

She gulped, barely able to look at me. “I… I…”

Having no patience for her answer, I slapped my c**k against her cheek again.

And she moaned....

She moaned again.

How does someone as rude as her, moans at being degraded. What the actual fück?

“Open up.”

She opened her mouth wide immediately, and I gripped her hair tight, then shoved my length between her lips.

I looked down at her: on her knees, t**s out, mouth stretched wide around me, eyes big and wet. “I’m going to show you how much of a slūt you are.”

I pushed deeper, feeling the tight, wet heat of her throat struggle to accommodate me. Her muffled gagging was the sweetest music I had ever heard.